The Furious Ling Xiaoxiao
At that long-missed, familiar form of address, Ling Xiaoxiao turned her gaze toward Feng Wanqing. She watched her silently for a moment, then gave a quiet shake of her head to show she was all right.
Feng Wanqing let out a breath of relief. Before she could say anything else, Ling Xiaoxiao drew in her aura and sat down cross-legged to recover. Seeing this, Feng Wanqing tactfully withdrew. She looked at the worried faces around her and smiled. "She must have used up quite a lot of energy. She just needs some time to recuperate. It's nothing serious."
"That's good!" Jin Shanshan let out a long sigh of relief, though the worry between his brows did not entirely fade.
He sighed softly and looked toward the southeast behind them, unease in his voice. "I wonder how Big Brother is doing right now."
At that, everyone's expressions grew solemn. They had plenty of confidence in Bi Fan, but this time his cultivation had been sealed. Could he still find a way out? No one knew. Perhaps even Bi Fan himself wasn't entirely sure.
Xi Boyun rubbed his hands together, frowning. "Do you think we could sneak back and take a look? Maybe Big Brother's waiting for us to help him right now."
His words stirred more than a few people. They looked at one another, each wearing the same urge to take a gamble.
After all, most of the Devil Race had already been dealt with, and their strength hadn't been affected. Even if they faced another fierce battle in their current condition, they could handle it.
Just as they were itching to act, a low, calm voice cut in. "No. That would be too reckless."
They frowned and turned toward the speaker, only to freeze in